All the world ‘s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts. As You Like it.
I don't know how I would spend the sad afternoons and nights without you if it wasn't for music.
I wish my mind could stop panicking about every damn thing. Not everything is a fucking big deal, and i know that, so why does my fucking brain can’t get a grip on that? STOP IT.
You aren't lost, you're just in an uncomfortable stage in your life where the old you is gone but the new you hasn't fully arrived yet.
you and your whole lousy generation believes the way it was for you is the way it's got to be, and it makes me so fucking sick of every single one of you old fat fucks.